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Thursday, July 14, 2011

How Did I Get Here?

(I'm going to see how much cliched mileage I can get with this movie)

I should have known that someday a Charging Interests title would resemble any Tyler Perry movie.

It's been nearly a month since my last post about letting go, and while there are plenty of things that I needed to let go in order to move on with my life, I never intended to make this blog one of them.  Let me explain: After college, most of my friends' futures already looked promising.  They all either had obtained jobs or were going to grad school (my friend Alya even decided that she should finish grad school up and begin law school.  I am surrounded by geniuses).  In a self-imposed state that was straight from The Graduate, I was worried about my future.  I needed a job, but had no idea where to look.  Now, who wouldn't wish they could write all day or at least drive across the country on their parents' dime?  That would be the life.  Instead, I decided to stress myself out.  Then, in an M. Night Shyamalan-like twist (and what I have to consider to be a little help from above)...

I got a job!  I am in the Human Resources department at EOG Resources, an oil and gas company with headquarters located in downtown Houston.  I am absolutely loving it.  But how did I get here?  Here are 23 mostly asinine things, based on the 23 years of my life (August 5th is close enough), that have shaped me.  For entertainments sake, I'm excluding family, friends and, most importantly, God.

23. Jack in the Box
   I was born and raised in Houston.  From a very early age, my dad has worked with the fast food chain (in the real estate department, mind you), allowing our family to stay in town.  No, we don't eat free Jack in the Box.  And good thing because I have an incredible physique to keep up.  (Kidding, we still eat there frequently.)

22. Hakeem Olajuwon/1994 NBA Finals
   I've mentioned before that I can pinpoint the moment I became a basketball fan.  Seeing Hakeem take out Patrick Chewing was that moment; I began playing NBA Live 95 in between long bouts with Sonic the Hedgehog 2.

21. Amy Jo Johnson
   Everyone remembers their first crush.  I think I speak for countless guys my age when I say that the Pink Ranger was everybody's first dream girl.  I can still remember being devastated when Tommy kissed her in an episode.  She was mine (well...maybe tomorrow night.)

20. Doug
   I've been lucky enough to be blessed with episodic cases of unrequited love.  In that respect, my obsession with Doug at any early age might have been before its time.  Forget Olde English poems, watching Doug fawn over Patti Mayonnaise was all I needed to learn about chasing the unattainable.

19. Halloween
   When I was six, my sister made me watch Halloween.  I was absolutely terrified.  However, it opened Pandora's box.  My childhood best friend Reid and I would search like ravenous dogs for showings of Halloween and Child's Play 2, changing the channels whenever it got too scary (to more age appropriate things like GLOBAL Guts).  After watching Scream in 2nd grade, I became emotionally numb to horror movies (after a respectable few months of being afraid every time the phone rang at night).  I now watch them with friends for fun.

18. Animorphs
   In 3rd grade, I won the Avid Reader award in my classroom.  I know, it was a huge moment in my life.  What the award meant was that any moment I had free time, I was reading one of my two favorite book series (the other being Goosebumps).  If you can't tell, I was a pretty popular kid.  The Animorphs was my favorite book series growing up and I always wished I could be the leader (Jake's hair alone should have discredited him from leader contention).  And FYI, reflecting on the series, Tobias was pretty indie (and definitely before it was cool).

17. Board Races
   While I never was one of the most popular kids in the school, I could always get by relatively unscathed because I was pretty good at basketball.  That being said, I think every "loser" in middle school can point out a moment when they were completely humiliated.  Mine was in my 5th grade class during a math game called Board Races.  Basically, we would solve math problems on the chalkboard and whoever finished first won a prize.  This would go on daily and I would win at least three days a week.  That already alienated me, but what really killed me was how competitively ungracious I was.  I'm pretty sure even my teacher despised me, and when a new kid moved in town that routinely beat me, my classmates were quick to gloat.  I am the worst.

16. Smallville
   Continuing my lameness, I was pretty obsessed with this show when I was younger.  So much so that, when I talk to a few girls nowadays that I liked during junior high, they always tell me that the show reminds them of me.  If that information doesn't make me Charging Interests' most eligible bachelor, then I'm at a loss.

15. Lost
   I'm still pretty disappointed with how it ended, but if there was ever a group of obsessed Lost fans (and I think there were a few), my friends and I were at the very top.

14. My high school basketball coach
   My coach was nothing if not polarizing.  My junior year he trusted me to lead our team to the promised land....we were 6-25.  That being said, I was honored to be co-MVP and make the All-County team despite our horrid record.  I've mentioned this all before, but I found myself being replaced by the younger players senior year in order to give them experience for the future. (Which wasn't a horrible idea...my problem was that the coach suddenly treated me like I was the Sasha Vujacic of the team).  I quit before my senior season.  While I doubt anything would have happened, I always wonder if I would have turned down a big university in order to play ball at a small college.  But, since I couldn't stand my coach, I'll live with the memories of the eternally more fulfilling Road House intramural team.

13. First Baptist - The Woodlands
   I might be breaking the rules on this one by mentioning friends and God, but my hometown church was never more important to me than my final years of high school.  When some of my friends started going in different directions than me and I felt lost, I turned here.  Our youth associate, Brock, ended up living in my house for a while until he got his feet on the ground and became a brother to me.  He, along with some incredible friends, proved that you didn't have to be going crazy on weekends to have fun.  FAITH is rewarded.

12. Coaching the Bucks
   I played in my community basketball league, the WCBL, since I was in 2nd grade.  Many times my dad was my coach.  My final semester of high school I decided I wanted to coach a team of 7th-8th graders (along with my friends Tim and Janisch...a power trio).  After losing a lot of love for my favorite sport my senior year, coaching the Bucks helped mend the wounds of the lost season. 

11. The Hydra
   If you don't already know what my lake house on Lake Travis means to me, you should check this out.

10. Exxon Mobil Aviation
   My mom has worked here next to the airport for as long as I can remember.  Secretly, I always wanted to fly planes.  I loved getting to explore the hangar as a child and have pictures of me sitting in the cockpit of private jets when I was four.  That heavily weighed in my brash decision to skip my acceptance to UT and head to OU for an aviation degree.  What a hilariously flawed decision that turned out to be.

9. Guestroom Records
   My roommate and I frequented this fantastic record store on Main Street in Norman.  I always half-expected to see John Cusack and Jack Black working the front counter.  I found a lot of my favorite music there, including The Black Keys and My Morning Jacket.  Now that I sold out and own a record player, I wish I could go back and actually buy something.

8. Sophomore Communication Class
   My most embarrassing moment in a college class.  We had to give 3 minute persuasive speeches on joining a nonprofit organization.  I was as interested in giving the speech as you are reading about it.  I bombed so terribly that some people couldn't watch; I didn't go back to class for two weeks.  I've vowed to not get so embarrassed with public speaking since.  (We'll see how long that holds true).

7. My first aviation teacher
   I didn't stick with aviation very long.  After one semester, my teacher was so terrible and disinterested in teaching that I once again rethought myself and bailed.  Who knows what would have happened if I had a teacher that challenged his students (actually, I probably would have bounced anyways).  Alas, I reverted back to my first love, which was English.  Looking back now, I'm almost grateful for the dude.

6. As I Lay Dying
    This was one of the first stories we read in class when I became an English major and it immediately reaffirmed why I changed to it.  William Faulkner, while unreasonably difficult to read at times, inspired me to want to write something of worth.  (If that will happen is still a little murky).

5. Central Baptist
   When I changed to an English degree, I knew I would have to come back to Texas so my family could pay in-state tuition.  I was never a huge Texas A&M fan, even turning down my acceptance offer in high school, but it was the only place I applied to when I wanted to come back home.  The reason being that my brother-in-law got a job as the University minister at Central Baptist in College Station.  It was amazing being so close to my sister and her family.  While I never got involved with the church as much as I should have (some stubbornness comes into play there...long story), Central's hire was honestly the primary reason for me attending A&M initially.  It turned out to be the best decision I could have made.

4. Bon Iver
   I've listened to some soulful stuff for a while (Iron & Wine, Ray LaMontagne, Sufjan Stevens, etc.), but none of them have hit home with me as much as Bon Iver has (pronounced 'Bone Evehr', although since neither he nor I are French, I'll continue refusing to pronounce it like that).  The guy makes great music, even if you can barely hear what he's singing at times.

3. Born to Run
   I don't read a lot of nonfiction.  However, running has always interested me so this book by Christopher McDougall was at the top of my Christmas list.  I finished it in about a day or two and can trace my motivation for running to this book.  Check it out; in the very least you might start saving money by not purchasing expensive shoes. 

2. Senior Seminar Class
   I took many good English classes in college, but none that were more influential and inspiring as my senior seminar class.  If you didn't notice, Charging Interests was heavy on the pop culture references and light on the personal reflections from its inception till about Christmas break 2010.  (10 of the 12 people reading this blog are thinking to themselves right now "Yeah, the site was actually bearable back then."  I apologize.)  This class made me feel more confident in sharing things that were a little more personal.  My short story, along with many of the posts I've written these past few months, would have stayed hidden in between my couch cushions if it weren't for the confidence I gained from all the amazing people I met in that class.  (Misguided confidence, I might add.)

1. Copper Sage - The Original Neighborhood
   So we've come this far and there is still no hint at what got me started with such a terrific company as EOG.  The truth is, it all starts with Copper Sage, the street I grew up on until 4th grade.  The father of my childhood best friend was able to get me in the door with his company, and I was lucky enough to catch on.  I remember vividly the first time I met him; I was seven years old.  Now I work twenty feet away from him.  Irony aside, I know that I am unbelievably blessed.
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My pal Ken and I stood in the doorway of my house on the last night before he left to work in Dallas.  "Here we go," he said.  I don't mean to support the Bud Light slogan aspect to the statement, but it kind of summed everything up that I've been feeling lately. I never pictured myself working in a skyscraper downtown, yet I couldn't be happier right now.  Life is full of parity.  No one knows what's happening next, but here we go.

-PB (also, check out my friend Kollin Baer's new album "The Woods" on iTunes...it's great!)

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

The Tuesday Top Ten: Most Ridiculous Houston Rockets Players



For better or for worse, the Houston Rockets have, in many ways, shaped my life.  My family still loves to tell everyone how I would always cry when they lost growing up ("They just lost to the worst team in the league!") and the image of John Stockton hitting that three pointer on Barkley to go to the NBA Championship still haunts me and, while I am not a psychologist, may very well be the reason why I am still single.  Karl Malone set a moving pick!  (No, I'm not bitter.)  Oh, well, have fun trying to beat Jordan in the next round, Jazz.

The Rockets have had some amazing players over the past fifteen years ("If it's good enough for Scola, then it's good enough for me").  However, as with anything else in life, I find humor in the most bizarre things...so without further ado, here is my list of the most ridiculous players to ever don a Rockets jersey in my lifetime.

 10.  Eric Piatkowski (2003-2004)

 If I was 6'7'', I'm pretty sure I could get away with being the last man on the bench on an NBA team, not to mention take photographs that make me look like I'm a televangelist.  Wait, maybe Piatkowski was on to something.

9. Bonzi Wells (2006-2008)

 Bonzi was in the same mold as Ron Artest, minus the hilarity.  In fact, the two played together in Sacramento, where Bonzi played well enough that Ron Artest offered to forgo his entire salary to keep Bonzi on the team.  Sounds like Crazy Pills (I thought about putting Artest on this list, but decided it would be way too easy).  However, Bonzi felt that the 5 year, $38 million contract the Kings offered prior to the 2006 season was an insult.  His grandiose expectations of landing a bigger contract turned out to be nothing but delusions of grandeur, as Bonzi eventually gave in to the bitter reality that no one else would offer that much and signed a 2 year, $4 million contract with Houston.  This is the same guy who admitted he ate fast food about three times a day when he was a young gun in Portland.  Needless to say, his Rockets career was as random and inconsistent as the meat from Taco Bell and he was eventually shipped to New Orleans.

8. Pete Chilcutt (1994-1996)
Chilly Pete is an NBA champion.  Let that sink in for a moment.  He actually had a surprisingly long-lived NBA career that spanned nearly ten years and seven teams.  He took over for Matt Bullard during the team's second NBA championship season, cementing the myth that as long as you're tall and can shoot there will be a place in the league for you. 


7. Kelvin Cato (1999-2004)
With a top-notch, alliteration-friendly name, not to mention a tie in to an underrated character from Lost, it would have only been fitting for Cato to be the centerpiece for championship-winning Houston teams.  Alas, Cato was a part of the 'blockbuster' trade that sent our two lovable alley-oopers (more on them later) to Orlando for a player who would eventually be nicknamed Knee-Mac.  Sometimes the world isn't fair.

6. The White Point Guards of the Late '90s
Matt Maloney (1996-1999)      Brent Price (1996-1999)       Bryce Drew (1998-2000)


Yeah, these are three separate players, but at the end of the day...are they really?  They single-handedly ruined what could have been a magical run during the twilight of Olajuwon, Drexler, and Barkley's careers.  Maloney, in particular, was absolutely brutalized by John Stockton in the 1997 Western Conference Finals.  If the Rockets had a starting point guard that didn't go to to an Ivy League school, we could have been the team that Chicago destroyed in Jordan's last two championship years!  Brent Price was plagued by injuries during his sporadic NBA career (the knee brace in his player card could not be more fitting), while Bryce Drew was what Gordon Hayward will eventually become: a decent player who was overhyped by an impressive NCAA tournament and later fell into NBA obscurity.

5. Walt Williams (1999-2002)
Walt Williams was the man.  He wore knee-high socks in honor of George Gervin and had an overall old-school feel to his game.  That old-school style included shooting nothing but three pointers and not playing even a hint of actual defense.  Prior to his glory days as a Rocket, Walt was featured in Hootie and the Blowfish's bizarre music video to "I Only Wanna Be With You."  Because anytime you can incorporate Walt Williams, Alonzo Mourning, Dan Marino and ESPN anchors in a music video for a pretty great song that has nothing to do with sports, you've gotta do it.  Oh, the '90s....


4. Eddie Griffin (2002-2003)
Easily the most tragic player on this list, Eddie Griffin had an incredible amount of potential.  He had decent range while possessing an ability to block a basketball that only Kelvin Cato could match.  In order to get him, they traded three draft picks (one of them the rights to Richard Jefferson).  Right in line with most of the moves the Rockets made during this time period, the Eddie Griffin trade did not pan out.  Besides his inconsistent play, Griffin suffered from alcoholism, and the Rockets eventually released him after erratic behavior.  He played his final years in Minnesota.  He was arrested on one occasion for driving under the influence while watching porn in his car.  If that wasn't disturbing enough, Griffin died in 2007 after crashing his car into a moving train, burning to death.  His blood alcohol content was over three times the legal limit.  In other news, Richard Jefferson is still alive.


3. Steve Francis/Cuttino Mobley (1999-2004, Francis - 2008)
The last 'Mobley-jumping-into-or-onto-Francis' picture could not come soon enough.  Looking back at this era, I applaud myself for not jumping off the Rockets ship and straight into a barrel of nitroglycerin.  These lost years were saturated with uncomfortable celebrations, endless answers to interviews starting with "Me and Steve",  and ESPN The Life segments where Cuttino and Steve went to buy matching crotch rockets.  (Believe me, I searched endlessly online for a clip of that glorious episode, but found nothing.  It's probably burning in hell next to Derek Fisher's soul.)  Despite all of the losing and awkwardness, they found the time to somehow master the art of the alley-oop.  The dynamic duo were traded along with Cato for McGrady and others before being separated via another trade in Orlando.  Neither player was the same since...

2. Ryan Bowen (2004-2006)
This one is particularly painful for me.  Not only did he make every guy named "Ryan" seem instantly less talented at basketball, but he shared starting time at power forward with Clarence Weatherspoon during the 2005 playoffs!!  I'm fairly confident I could have matched his averages against the Jazz (18 minutes, 2.6 pts, 2 boards), even if I am nearly a foot shorter and visibly afraid of looking at Carlos Boozer for more than two seconds at a time.  And at least they would have saved money because I'd have played for Scooby Snacks.

1.  Moochie Norris (2000-2003, 2005-2006)
Dear lord, where to begin?  Yes, there was a point in time where the Rockets could send out a who's-who lineup of all-time Rockets greats.  With the Mooch running point with more soul than a 1970s disco dancer, Francis and Mobley lovingly hugging it out after alley-oops, old school Walt Williams launching three after three to no avail, and Griffin and Cato clogging the paint as superbly as a roll of toiler paper,  I honestly can't imagine how the Rockets failed to make the playoffs during that five year span.  Speaking of Moochie, I miss the fro, but not as much as I miss the days when people did this.

Despite my pessimistic tone, I wouldn't change any of these guys.  I'll be a Rockets fan for the rest of my life and if that means having guys like these over players like Luke Walton, I'll be happy.  And just for nostalgia's sake...




-PB